It’s that time again, friends. March. Moustache March. Soon, buddy, soon. Tomorrow actually. Or Sunday. I shall sport my mighty stache as I brew TWO batches of brau with Sgt. Stout. I’ve grown a yar young beard (or moustache farm, as we call it ’round these parts) and dammit, for too long has my lip been unfurred. WELL NO MORE!!! And also we’re gonna make some beer. A belgian wit for the Sarge, a brown ale for the Captain. Good times, buddy. Good times. (By the way, it’s Admiral Ale’s birthday tomorrow… prost!)

*I have no idea what I mean by that